Life is good and I am thankful to be here on this planet at the same time as all of you other weirdos.
This is a poem sparked by a discussion about Bob Dylan’s songs. They remind me of horoscopes because they are both vague and profound enough that people can derive whatever meaning they wish.
Enjoy!
keratin
backlit by the august sun
your dark strands of hair
slide against my fingertips
holding hands on the shoreline
watching the waves swell
talking some sense and bullshit
true love knows no gradients
it wants absolutes
commands us to trust fate
our ancestors’ every step
led me straight to you
but life is arbitrary
(05-SEP-2015 – Perry, Ohio)
